Brother

Left

"Short love with a long divorce
And a couple of kids of course
They don't mean anything."

Trailer Trash by Modest Mouse (I'm posting the cover by Jesse Lacey. He puts a lot of emotion in it; it's beautiful)

This chapter is in another POV. So you won't know who it is, because it is a new character.

I lie in my bed, listening to the screams of my parents in their room.

"The world is ending, Winston! We are all going to die! They said they we are under attack! I can't do this anymore!" My mother screams, her voice is fading out. They've been screaming at eachother for awhile now. She's probably shaking his shoulders, a crazy look in her eyes. Her hazel eyes would be glossy, her hair falling down. Her face would be strained as she yelled at him.

"We are not leaving, Jessica! Jesus fucking Christ, get that through your head!" My father's voice is much louder than hers, and sometimes I think I can feel it shaking the house. I can already see how red his face is, the veins popping out of his neck. The spit that flies from his mouth as he screams.

"I don't want to die, or even watch my daughter die because of you!" She screams again, a door slams. This time I can feel it. My throat is burning, I can feel myself start to cry. I am tired of this. They always yell. My head hurts, and I close my eyes.

"We aren't going to die!" I can hear my father's footsteps behind her, following her to wherever she goes. A lost puppy. I can already see his face, eyebrows pulled together, face red. Eyes slurred from the night's beer.

"You don't know that! I am taking her, and we are leaving." She states with hatred. Her footsteps get closer. She's coming to my room, about to open my door. Her hand rest on the handle, and at this moment she wishes he would agree with her. So they could be happy, and leave together. Instead he doesn't, but a loud crash goes through the house.

Automatically, I crawl off my bed and into the floor. I try to be as quiet as I can. But I can already feel my breath hitching in my throat. I hold my breath to try and be silent. My heart is beating with loathe. It's about the only thing I can hear.

My door opens, and light creeps into my room. I can tell he's pissed. I can feel it off of him, radiating. I crunch my body up, already knowing what's going to happen. I push myself against the wall and hold my breath.

I peek around my bed and see my mother's body lying in the floor. His feet stand in front of her, and I can hear his breathing. Loud and clear. This isn't the him I know, not my father. This demon that comes out can't help itself.

He slowly starts to walk over, and I begin to shake. With every footstep, I flinch. I can't help it. I'm afraid.

"Tundra." He says my name. His voice is sinister. Evil; a monster.

This isn't him, I keep telling myself.

I close my eyes.

He grabs my arm, yanking me up and I yelp as he does so. I keep my eyes closed as he pushes me into the wall.

If I don't see him, I'll pretend it's not my father.

The first hit has always scared me. Even when my eyes are open, it still does. He hits my stomach. I fall to the ground, screaming as I go.

"Dad, no!" I yell.

I'm not for sure what made him like this. One day it just happened. You'd think I'd get used to it. Sometimes people snap.

"You and your mother aren't leaving me." He growls.

He starts to kick me in the stomach, and all I focus on is the pain. I'm shaking even more.

Please stop, I don't say. I'm screaming instead. Bloody murder. Tears run down my face and I grab my hair, tearing it from my scalp.

I wish for help, I pray for help. No one comes, no one will ever come.

I think back to my mother, and her unconscious body. I open my eyes when my father finishes kicking me. I'm confused and scared. He usually doesn't stop til I pass out, too.

My father falls onto his knees. I look to my mother's spot with blurry eyes. Where is she?

She isn't there anymore. My gazes goes up, and then I see him.

A man. He doesn't look at me, but my father. Who lies on the ground with me. My fathers eyes are wide open, his mouth too. My eyes go the length of his body until I find the tip of a knife sticking out of his chest.

It's covered in blood, and so is his clothes. It's now that I notice that I am in his blood too. It pools around both of us, including the unknown man's boots. But the unknown man who stands before me is wearing black.

His eyes pass my father's body, and onto me.

"You, stand." He commands. He points at me. I can't see his face because of how dark it is in here. Only the outline of him.

I stand with shaking knees, and lean against the wall. It hurts to move, but I clinch my teeth.

He bends down, and turns my lifeless father over. With one foot on his back, the man pulls out the knife. It makes a sickening sound and my stomach flips. Without wiping off the blood, he puts it on his side.

His head turns to me, and he mutters the words, "Follow me." And so I do, being that I have no backbone.

He goes out of my room, and I step over my father. My feet are soaked in his blood. I walk slowly and gingerly, afraid I might fall because of dad's blood.  I get to my door way and glance around.

Three different people are collecting our things. They are dressed the same way as the guy before, and some appear younger. My mother lies on the ground by the door. I stare at her chest to make sure she's still breathing. She is. Faintly, her chest rises and falls. Her eye already appears to be bruising.

A hand grabs my arm. I jump and look at the man from before. With being in the main part of the house, we have lighting. I look at his face. Dry blood hangs at his nose. His nose is bruised too. The dark color of the bruise travels up to his right eye. His eyes are grey and dull. His hair seems to be wind-blown, and brown.

Suddenly he says, "You and that woman are to come with us." He turns me around forcefully, and ties my hands together at my back. The ties bite at my wrist, but I don't pay attention to it. I feel numb.
He grabs my shoulders and pushes me to my mother, who still lies on the ground. I stand next to her, yet I don't look. I watch the people collect everything.

"Get what you can, and let's get out." The man's voice booms. The others nod their heads. They follow his orders, and gather what they can. With hands filled with our things, each one leaves. The man who killed my father grabs me by my arm and pulls me with him.

"Are you just going to leave my mother there?" I whisper. He stops and turns around, glaring at me. His eyes appear like stone. Almost unemotional. Almost. I can see loathing burning in them.

"No, Logan is to come and get her." He answers, then drags me to the truck.

Jacobson is a cutie. Anywho, how was this? Did you like? Not like it? Please tell me. Oh and did anyone notice in the song he says "skool" instead of school? Haha.
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Hayley~